"Are you sure? With your current state, not to mention a perfect score, even passing would be very difficult,"
the Fisherman reminded him.
"No worries, I have a way,"
Liu Zheng said confidently.
"Well, let me say this upfront: if you really don't pass, I can't stop the sewer from killing you. At most, I can help preserve your corpse,"
the Fisherman said.
"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get started,"
he said.
There were only four hours in total, and he still needed to set aside time to communicate with the Fire Mage.
"Then sit in the plane, and I'll fill you in on the details,"
the Fisherman didn't try to dissuade him further.
Liu Zheng jumped onto the plane, and under the tremendous impact, the plane didn't move an inch.
But that was to be expected. How could anything that serves to smooth the flow through the sewer be truly crappy?
"Grab the steering wheel,"
the Fisherman said.
He grabbed the steering wheel, and the scenery in front of his eyes immediately changed.
